| At the bottom of an empty glass
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| See myself going nowhere fast
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| And the barman tells me it’s time to leave
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| But I haven’t got time to care
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| If I have so much love to give
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| Where is that will to live?
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| Maybe you old friend will show me how
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| Come here pull up a chair
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| I get paid, paid to get drunk
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| Spend my money on any old junk
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| And every morning kills my soul
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| At the end, the end of each day
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| Every drink is directed my way
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| Well every morning kills my soul
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| Sports plays on the corner screen
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| This feels like a movie scene
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| And I’m long past done with cliche’s and all
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| My eyes are much to blurred
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| This is how I live my life
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| Escaping worries, eternal strife
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| And I’ll try to talk to anyone
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| But my speech is much too slurred
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| I get paid, paid to get drunk
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| Spend my money on any old junk
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| And every morning kills my soul
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| At the end, the end of each day
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| Every drink is directed my way
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| Well every morning kills my soul
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| Oh, ah, oh, oh, ah
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| Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah
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| At the bottom of an empty glass
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| See myself going nowhere fast
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| And the barman tells me it’s time to leave
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| But I haven’t got time to care |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid To Get Drunk, artist - Ed Harcourt. Album song Elephant's Graveyard, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня